【This old witch, why is she so difficult to deal with...】

【According to reason, as one grows older, their magic power should gradually decline.】

【By the way, isn't Raphael already eighteen this year?】

【That's why she didn't participate in the competition last year.】

【So this woman... should be around sixty or so, right? After all, Raphael still has an older brother...】

【How could a woman in her sixties have the appearance of someone in their twenties or thirties? Even if she takes good care of herself, it should be impossible.】

"Could it be... you're using that dropback to maintain your youth?" Turing suddenly asked while confronting Gabriel.

Gabriel's face stiffened, and then she launched a visibly fierce attack. Her rapid gunfire was like a sudden blizzard in winter, layer upon layer rushing towards Turing's figure.

Turing swung his boulder sword, blocking all the blades and shadows.

【She's waiting for me to reveal a flaw.】

【Waiting for the perfect opportunity for a gunshot to pierce through my bloodline defense, and to dodge my counterattack.】

【Then, let me push her a little further.】

Turing grasped his sword with the Mage's Hand, freeing his hands to start chanting. This level of multitasking is something even many ultimate magicians cannot achieve, let alone Turing who is facing a master of gunmanship.

"Incandescent spiral."

A terrifying energy gathered in Turing's hand, the distorted power seeming to cram everything in the space into a small hole. A gun with no lesser grandeur than Gabriel's solidified in Turing's hand.

Finally, Gabriel showed some surprise. She gathered her magic power, black-red mud gushed out from her body, enveloping the vital parts, and scorching flames spewed out from the muzzle of her gun.

It seemed she intended to forcefully ignore the blood defense line forged by Turing and kill him.

【She can't even fully utilize the Heart of the Furnace, indeed she has no magic power left.】

【For years, she has had to reinforce the seal while using dropback to maintain her unchanging appearance. She just used dropback and aside several times just now, how could there be any spare magic power?】

【Let me uncover your last fig leaf.】

"Raphael!"

Upon hearing Turing's sudden shout, both Gabriel and Raphael, who were standing not far away, were taken aback.

"Do you often meet your grandmother!?" Turing shouted loudly.

"Not often... what do you mean?" Raphael was a little confused.

【I knew it.】

"You never question it normally, how can she, a woman in her sixties, maintain such a youthful appearance!?"

Raphael frowned. Although she was curious why Turing was asking this question at this moment, upon careful consideration, it did seem a bit unbelievable.

Usually, when Raphael saw her own grandmother, she unconsciously overlooked her age, so she never felt surprised.

Gabriel paused, her face seemed to melt away like clay, rapidly aging. She took a few steps back, hiding her face in the shadow of her robe, and her armor gradually fell apart.

Turing realized from here that she had made the right bet - Gabriel's rapid consumption of magic not only forcibly shut down her dropback, but also no longer allowed her to simultaneously release attack magic and defense magic. She had to give up one of them.

As a result, she chose to give up the latter and decided to take a chance.

【The key point of the dropback magic usage depends on the number of observers.】

【If multiple people notice something out of place, the amount of magic used by the spellcaster will double. If they can't afford this amount of magic, the dropback will be forcibly removed.】

"The Fourth Movement, the Final Chapter of Red and Black."

"You are lucky to witness the complete version of my magic."

"This is my deceased daughter's proud skill, it can be used on the descendants of the Altria family without going to waste."

If the gun in Gabriel's hand was like a crocodile lurking in a swamp before, then the gun at this moment was like a giant whale just revealing the tip of the iceberg.

That could no longer be called a gun, it was more appropriate to call it a torch. The terrifying raging maelstrom entwined with waves of fiery halo, as if transformed into a fierce double-headed hungry wolf, red turning purple, purple turning black.

Turing's Incandescent Spiral was not to be outdone, its momentum continued to rise as Turing continuously infused magic into it, ultimately standing on equal footing with Gabriel.

"Isn't that enough for you?" Raphael shouted in the convoluting gale, feeling the residual heat alone was enough to melt the room.

Turing suddenly stopped and said, "I also think that's enough."

Suddenly, Turing released the magic in her hand and began to use magic to heal her wounds. She walked towards Gabriel, completely ignoring the powerful magic she was using.

"If you were just testing me, it's already enough, right? If we continue like this, you'll probably win."

Gabriel looked at Turing, raised an eyebrow, and ultimately gave up her accumulated magic, dispelling the magic she was about to release.

"Enough, I don't need to worry about that underground angel if you can be killed by this move."

"You angels are always impossible to kill, impossible to incinerate," Gabriel said.

Turing approached Gabriel, healing her while saying, "Let me treat you, you should save some magic," Turing glanced at Raphael and continued, "Use dropback to leave a good impression on the younger generation."

After listening to Turing's words, Gabriel's expression became somewhat uncertain. "You seem to be different from what they said?"

"Your personality is far different from your mother's."

Gabriel reattached the dropback magic to herself, restoring her youthful appearance. She patted Turing's shoulder, satisfied.

"You passed, you're impressive, I don't have any complaints."

"But do you know why I chose to test you with dropback and aside?"

"Because I want to entrust you with a task. You will have to face someone, or rather, a creature that can also use these two magics...

And at that time, you won't have Raphael's help. After all, I can't let her take the same risk. Do you understand?"

"How are you going to deal with these two magical things?" Gabriel looked at Turing, her expression both serious and compassionate, representing the typical image of a strict mother in Acadia.

"Trust me, Mr. McNewdeau."

"I won't lose, no matter who the opponent is." Turing smiled confidently at Gabriel.